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there was joy
there was fun
i had the beast
on the run

i trembled with fear
subsiding my pain
would it be here
there was nothing to gain

the earth stood still
hoping and waiting
no one to kill
no one i was hating

i was fulfilled
my beast was asleep
it had no one to kill
no where to creep

i understood beauty
but was pretty shaken
dying of fear
that my beast would awaken  
Svavar Ottesen Berg
1980 - ...
stundum þarf maður að halda drýsllinum sofandi


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